Dare to be yourself.

The Witch.

She’s laid to rest when the sun is bright.On Autumn’s eve, she duels the night. She gyrated, joked and caused a rite.Causing chaos to all in sight. Pupils white, she chants through the night.

CHAZ CHAZ CHAZ CHAZ

Once he’s beckoned, there’s no turning back.He charms them with his smile.He enchants them with his laugh.Not a creature could save them,Not even Tituba would dare.He chazzes them with his charisma. He encapsulates them with his knowledge.

CHAZ CHAZ CHAZ CHAZ

Oh alas thee! You’ve been Chazzed!!So chant the chime that Medusa mutters.You cackle and scream, but unbeknownst to you. The Sun and the Moon made a bet on your life. Whether you know it or naught, He’s got ahold of your soul,So go on and blutter,
the name that the Witch’s mutter,